Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The mountain wind swirled with withered leaves, dancing in the gray-blue tomb passage.

The crowds had gradually dispersed, and the funeral procession glided down the mountain road one vehicle after another, leaving the first cemetery section of Jiubaoshan Cemetery once again deathly silent. Only the mountains of wreaths and elegiac couplets piled up in front of the tombstones occasionally rustled softly in the chilly wind.

Liu Ming remained standing in the same spot, her feet rooted to the ground on the hard granite slab.

He raised his right hand to his eyebrows.

Bring your five fingers together.

Fingertips pressed tightly against the brim of the hat.

This was the most standard and solemn military salute. For a full ten minutes, his arm did not tremble even slightly, and even the wind and rain blowing across his sharply defined face could not make him blink.

Behind him, Lin Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears and stood quietly, holding the neatly folded national flag.

Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao stood on either side of him, neither of them making a sound to disturb him, but silently sensing the overwhelming emotions emanating from the man in front of them.

"Boss, they've all gone far away."

Tank tiptoed up and whispered a reminder, "The guards sent by the military region and the Supreme Council are waiting on the perimeter. Before he left, General Zhang specifically instructed that you should take care of yourself and accept our condolences."

Liu Ming did not immediately lower her arm.

His gaze pierced through the cold white marble tombstone before him, as if he could see that old man, who had spent his life on the battlefield, carrying a fluttering battle flag, standing amidst the raging flames of war, laughing heartily at him.

"Please accept my condolences?"

Liu Ming slowly lowered his right hand, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder rumbling in his chest.

"The old general didn't close his eyes when he passed away; he was looking at me."

He took half a step forward and gently touched the lifelike five-pointed star carved at the top of the tombstone. The stone was icy cold, but it couldn't suppress the scalding blood seeping from his fingertips.

"Grandpa, back then, when I crawled out of the pile of dead bodies on the border, all I could think about was revenge, to dig out those rotten people who killed my father and chop them to pieces one by one."

Looking at the familiar, dignified face in the photo, Liu Ming muttered to herself in a calm that was almost suffocating.

"You pulled me back to reality and showed me what the big picture is and what the weight of the world is."

"Now, I've avenged myself, and I've killed everyone I needed to kill. But you just dump this huge mess on me."

At this point, Liu Ming's lips curled into a faint yet resolute smile.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky above, where the gloom was gradually breaking through.

"Don't worry."

"As long as my heart is still beating, as long as the blood in my veins hasn't dried up, I will watch over every inch of the Dragon Kingdom and every household in the Nine Provinces until my dying breath."

"If those jackals in the West dare to cross the line even an inch, I'll make them use their entire national fortune to fill the sea."

"If those corrupt officials dare to extend their claws again, I'll use this Dragon Fang military dagger to set them all on fire."

The vow was silent, yet it carried a weight heavier than a thousand pounds.

In that instant, the last trace of confusion, sorrow, and hatred in Liu Ming's eyes was completely burned away in the cold mountain wind of the cemetery.

……

"Boss, something's happened."

Ghost Hand strode quickly across the cypress forest path. He clutched a military tablet in his hand, his face even more grim than the surrounding rocks.

"Less than 24 hours after the old marshal left, our spies on the periphery sent back an urgent message. The space reconnaissance center in the western ocean suddenly changed its orbit, and two military high-resolution satellites are now aimed at our Pangu reactor test site in the East China Sea around the clock."

"Furthermore, in the disputed border zone number three, an enemy heavy armored brigade is conducting an unannounced mobilization exercise. It's clearly an attempt to test the reaction speed and morale of the Chinese central government after the old general's departure."

Ghost Hand gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury: "These cowardly hyenas, do they really think we won't dare to draw our swords without the old commander in charge!"

Upon hearing this, the tank's joints cracked and popped as it grinned maliciously:

"Damn it! These bastards are itching for a beating again! Boss, let me take Dragon Shield Team One and drive the George Patton straight over there and take out their outpost!"

"What are you trying to prove? All you know is brute force."

Lone Wolf glared at him coldly, wiped the black military dagger in his hand, and said, "If a real fight breaks out, leave the sniping position to me. Take out their frontline commander first."

"Shut up, all of you."

Liu Ming turned around, interrupting her subordinates' agitation.

His expression was eerily calm.

There was no rage, no panic, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Xi Wanqing looked into his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

She knew the man beside her too well. In the past, when Liu Ming was plotting murder, his eyes always carried a wild and ferocious aura like that of a demon from hell; but at this moment, his eyes held only a vast and boundless starry sky, deep, restrained, and boundless.

Hatred was once the sharp blade that propelled him forward, but it was also the shackle that bound his mind.

Now, at this moment of burying the old marshal, Liu Ming has finally completely fused his personal grievances with the greater cause of defending the country.

That murderous will, which originated from "Asura," was completely sublimated into the Dao heart of a "national hero" who protects Kyushu.

Perfect and without flaws.

"Late Qing".

Liu Ming spoke.

"exist."

Xi Wanqing stepped forward.

"Notify the Supreme People's Court and the Ministry of Justice that wartime regulatory provisions be activated for all accounts and companies involved in recent collusion between domestic and foreign entities to spread unrest, assets be seized, and those responsible be held accountable."

"Understood, all will be done within half an hour." Xi Wanqing nodded crisply.

"Yaoyao." Liu Ming turned her head.

Nangong Yao met his gaze, her red lips parted slightly: "I know what to do. The Nangong Group's short positions overseas are already in place. As long as they dare to fire a shot at the border, I will immediately trigger a liquidity run on their three major foreign trade banks, causing their local currency to depreciate by 30% within three days."

"Xiaoxiao." Liu Ming looked at the girl who was tightly holding the national flag one last time.

Lin Xiaoxiao sniffed, straightened her chest, and raised her hand in salute: "The entire Special Operations Brigade is on standby! Ready to fight at any time!"

Liu Ming nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the black and white photo frame on the tombstone once more.

"Before the old coach passed away, he left behind six words: 'Take good care of our home.'"

Liu Ming walked slowly to the edge of the steps, the mountain wind blowing his black wool coat, his figure as upright as a cast iron sculpture.

"Some people want to use the old marshal's funeral as an opportunity for them to turn the tables, then let's show them just how tough the hunting rifle used to defend the home really is."

He stopped and looked down at the magnificent, thousand-year-old city below the mountain.

In the distance, cars streamed like dragons, and tall buildings stood tall.

That was a peaceful world built up by generations of blood and bones.

Liu Ming raised his hand and straightened the collar of his military uniform, his eyes flashing with a sharp light like a thunderclap at dawn:

"Tanks, prepare to move."

"Where to, boss?"

Liu Ming strode up the descending stone steps, his cold voice echoing throughout the entire mountain forest:

"Combat Command Center, I'll be on duty personally tonight."